Colton is standing over him. His lips are pressed tight and he makes a visible effort to smile down at Graham. He sinks down beside him, runs a hand through Graham’s hair, kisses him lightly on the forehead. “How’s my sweetheart?” he asks.
“Been better.” He likes being called sweetheart. He turns his head, gets Colton’s wrist under his lips and tastes his skin,swipes his tongue over the area, and then he’s panting, needy, shoving forward clumsily, and he almost falls off the bunk.
“Jesus. Wait.Stop.You have to stay where you are.” Strong hands are keeping him still. Colton looks worried.
“How did you get here?” Graham asks. His mouth is dry, his head is pounding, and he aches in a bad way everywhere.
“You’re home, baby. I came to meet you.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“I can tell. Let’s get you in a better place so we can go home.”
Colton pushes Graham to his back and undoes his pants, reaches in and palms Graham’s soft cock. Which, under different circumstances, would be stupidly hot. The proprietary way he does it, without even asking, is perfect.
“When was the last time you came?”
He doesn’t know. Doesn’t really care. He just wants to sleep and sleep forever. “With you.”
Colton is stroking him lightly, takes a moment and pulls out a packet of lube from his pocket and puts some into his hand before wrapping his fist back around Graham’s cock. Graham arches weakly into the touch.
“That’s better. Look at you half-hard already for me. Good boy.” Is he? Doesn’t feel like it.
Graham just lies there, waiting, watching Colton. Colton’s hand drops down to Graham’s balls, rolls them, pulls on them so hard and good that his hips rock up, wanting more.
“There you are. We’re gonna get you through this, I promise,” Colton says, but ten minutes later Graham still hasn’t come. He isn’t hard enough.
Because Graham has remembered. Jonah. He’s been trying to push it away, to keep his mouth shut, but it’s there and more real than the Dominant before him. He can barely feel Colton’s hands on him. Like he has no body. No heart and no home.
Who else has Colton made promises to? The conversation he’d had with Jonah is repeating verbatim in his head. The joy of an eidetic memory.
This isn’thisDominant. He wouldn’t choose Graham if the military wasn’t making him. He’d choose an easy slut like Jonah. That’s what Colton likes. What Colton hasn’t wanted to talk about. His past. As if he’d really be content withjustGraham. A broken-down, overly large submissive no one wants and who can’t come without massive effort.
He doesn’t make Dominants feel good. And now he knows the truth about Colton, so he should let the man go.
“You’re gonna come for me, honey.”
He isn’t. He wants to die. If he can’t have Colton, then he doesn’t want to go on. And now Colton is disappointed in him. He throws an arm over his eyes, hiding. “Don’t. Don’t want to be here with you like this,” Graham rasps.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He grabs Colton’s hand, holding on tight. “Iknow. So go. Do whatever you want. You don’t owe me anything. Get someone better, someone you choose.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I only want you. There is no one better.”
Graham laughs, bitter and miserable. “Maybe you can catch Jonah on the way out.”
The hand on his dick pauses. “Jonah? He was on your mission. Well, fuck,” Colton says on a heavy sigh. “Graham, it was casual. It was nothing. And we can talk it through in a little bit, but right now we’ve gotta get you more stable. Get out of this plane and get you home. I don’t want you to go to medical, baby.”
Colton puts more lube on his fingers and is suddenly pressing against Graham’s hole, a finger in and deep. Graham groans and feels a spasm in his balls. A sharp pain.
“Are you alright?” Colton is treating him like glass. If Colton really wanted Graham, he wouldn’t treat him like he was fragile. The fact that he can control himself tells Graham everything he needs to know. What sort of high-level Dominant can control himself with a submissive that is supposedly his match?
“No. Feels wrong.” He doesn’t just mean his body; he means the two of them.
Colton is downright clinical. Brow furrowed, fully dressed and distant.Bet Jonah didn’t get this version of Colton. Colton had been insatiable, demanding with Jonah. Isn’t that what Jonah said? Did Colton let himself go with Jonah?
Graham’s never seen that before. Can barely imagine it when this gentle fondling and tender care is what he gets. Jonah experienced Colton in a way Graham won’t. He didn’t even get fucked when they were together.
